"Welcome to Risa, rose
of the galaxy!" Garak announced expansively. "But this Risa, not
being in a holosuite, has thorns." As Julian struggled
against Garak's grip, the door slid closed, and he knew he was caught.
Garak didn't release him until he had put a security voice lock on the
door. He watchedBashir try to open it for a moment with an amused
expression on his grey face. Julian kicked the door in frustration. "Now, now, doctor,
keep your temper. Anyone would think you didn't want to be here." "I don't want to be
here, Garak. I'd rather be almost anywhere else." "Almost, doctor?
Then there's some hope for me yet?" Garak spoke so sarcastically
that Julian knew nothing he could say would make any difference.
He remained silent, waiting. "No questions, doctor? Don't you
want to know what I'm going to do with you this time?" "Probably just what
you did last time," Julian said insolently, standing with his back to the
wall. Before him was a bed equipped with handcuffs at the corners;
another pair of cuffshung from a pulley attached to the ceiling,
and a box of restraints and other equipment stood on the floor by the bed.
He didn't relish being attached to any of them. Although he hadless than a ghost of a chance in a struggle
with Garak, maybe he could inflict some damage if he used the wall to brace
himself. Garak was thinking the same thing. "Come here, my slave,"
Garak ordered coldly. "I want to see you in your outfit." "I don't have it on
anymore," Julian said without moving. He didn't relish the moment
when Garak found out he was wearing no underwear at all. "And I'm
not a slave." "Are you sure?" Garak
asked, approaching him. "Perfectly," Bashir
snapped. Garak's attack came
so quickly that Julian had time for only one good kick before he was pinned
in the tailor's strong arms. Garak wrestled him to the bed and cuffed
his hands behind his back. Julian was glad to see Garak bend to rub
his knee where the doctor had kicked it, but he wasn't glad to remark that
the Cardassian looked even angrier than before. Garak pulledJulian's boots and pants off with little ceremony,
pausing to laugh when he noticed the absence of underwear. "You'd rather wear
nothing than my little concoction, I see," he said. "Very well, this
time you get to wear nothing. See how indulgent I am despite your
disobedience?" Julian certainly didn't
want to tell him the true fate of his g-string, so he kept silent until
Garak grabbed him by the ankles. When he tried to lash out with his
feet, Garak twistedone so severely that he grunted in pain and
abruptly gave up the struggle. When his ankles were cuffed to the
corners of the bed, he felt his hands being released, but that did him
little good. Soon his shirt had been removed and his arms were also spread
and bound. Julian looked around
as much as he could. The room certainly did resemble his holo simulation
of Risa. Amazingly, this wasn't a holosuite, but a disused room in
the habitat ring.Garak must have gone to a lot of trouble to
create this scene. The very ostentatiousness of it was frightening;
if Garak had worked so long and hard to set this scene, he must expect
quite abit of satisfaction from it. Julian had
thought he was waiting for Garak to come to the infirmary or his room and
demand his favors. That thought had been rather exciting. But
what Garakhad actually been planning was another elaborate
drama like those played out in the holosuite, in which Julian was unlikely
to have any say about what went on. At least Garak had promised not
to use the whip or the seven gates of hell. Something tickled his
buttocks and travelled up his back to his shoulder. He turned his
head, trying to get a look at it, and when he saw the knotted strands of
the whip, he gasped aloud. "Garak, you said you wouldn't beat me!" Garak's laugh came
from somewhere behind him. "I changed my mind. You do have
a choice, however. You can invite me to fuck you senseless first,
and then maybe your punishment won't be so severe." Julian repented of
having punished Garak's nipples so mercilessly the night before.
He grasped at the straw that was offered him. "Yes, Garak, fuck me." "How do we ask our
master to fuck us?" Garak asked, jiggling the whip across his backside. Julian tried not to
hear his own frightened voice. "Please fuck me, master." "Very well," Garak
said generously, as if he were granting a great boon, "I will." Relieved to feel Garak
applying lubrication, Julian tried to relax and remember how excited he
had felt the last time Garak had done this. No matter how he tried,
he felt miserable; thiswas not his idea. When Garak spread him
and pushed slowly in, Julian felt a sudden bolt of pleasure rush through
his insides. His cock started to stand up. He felt humiliated;
all Garak had to do wastie him down and rape him and his body responded
with arousal, even if his mind didn't. But something was different:
Garak's hands caressed him this time, firmly stroking his back and sides,
reaching underneath to slide along his shaft and brush against his nipples.
He felt the Cardassian's hot breath against his shoulder, and then his
tongue. When Garak's lips touchedJulian's neck, nibbling a trail to his ear,
a thrill passed through him, warming him all over. Without ceasing
to touch him tenderly, Garak thrust in faster and deeper, and before long,Julian was writhing in ecstacy, long past worrying
about his pride. Julian had come and was stiff again by the time
Garak had come once. He wondered why Garak
had been so gentle with him, like a lover instead of a would-be master--was
this the only way a Cardassian could show affection, when his lover was
bound and helpless to respond? Was Garak starting to feel something
for him? Despite his apprehension about the whip, Julian felt almost
affectionate towards his captor. He wondered if Garak felt that way,
too. Would he release Julian from his bonds so that they could make
love like two equals instead of as master and slave? Abruptly, Garak reached
around and felt Julian's hardness. "Splendid, doctor--or should I
say slave? You really are responding beautifully." "You should say Julian,"
said Julian automatically, wishing immediately that he'd kept his mouth
shut when he heard Garak's changed tone. "Oh, I don't think
you're really in any position to insist on being treated with respect.
Here you are, a doctor and a Star Fleet officer--lieutenant, junior grade,
isn't it?--and you'remine. You're utterly at my mercy, and
I can toy with you as I please. Think about that the next time you're
in the infirmary playing god. Think about being helpless under me,
wondering ifI'll let you come, wondering if I'll whip you--which
I am about to do, never fear. And you're going to remember this beating
for a long, long time." Julian's stomach clenched
in anxiety. He was shocked that Garak would still beat him after
what had just passed between them. He was angry, too, and the more
he tried to hold his anger in, the stiffer his perverse cock became, just
when he thought it ought to shrink. The whip's knotted
strands played over his buttocks and up his back, dancing teasingly back
and forth. When they were suddenly withdrawn, he gulped air in his
fear and heard themwhistle down to spatter lightly across the small
of his back. They withdrew again and tapped his ass before smacking
quickly down on it, harder this time, leaving a slight sting in theirwake. "You can see that I'm
giving you a chance to get used to it, slave, instead of starting out like
this." Garak illustrated that comment with a cruel blow to Julian's
back that seemed tolight his skin on fire. His erection finally
withered. Another blow to his buttocks wrested a groan out of him,
and he was sure that Garak must finally have drawn blood. "Garak, stop," he gasped.
"I'm begging you to stop." "After only two real
blows? Come now, let's see if you can take a bit more." "No!" Julian
writhed pitifully as the lashes raked like claws across his upper thighs
and then his buttocks again. The lashes came down against his shoulders
and back, driving the airout of his lungs. There was a pause while
he gasped for breath. With his face buried in the sheets, Julian
didn't bother wondering why Garak had stopped: he knew it could only be
totorment him with uncertainty. Then he
heard a familiar voice. "I'm so glad I've finally
found you, Garak," Nerys said furiously. "I don't care about your
threats anymore--I'm going to make you pay for everything you've done to
Julian." "Now, Major, the doctor
and I are only playing a little game." He backed up slowly, moving
into Bashir's sight. As Julian raised his
exhausted head and tried to protest, he heard Kira's hard-edged laughter.
"A game?" she cried. "He's covered with welts! He's bleeding!
He can hardly lift his head. You call that a game? I call it
torture, and if you give me the least excuse, I'll gladly stun you and
carry you to the brig on an antigrav like a piece of cargo. Now,
drop the whip." "All right, Major,"
Garak said with palpable disappointment. "Here it is. You can
try it on him yourself. Who knows? You might enjoy it." Julian cringed as he
heard a phaser whir behind him. Garak cried out in pain and fell
to his knees. "I did what you asked," he said angrily, "so why did
you stun me? Luckily a phaser seton level one doesn't have much effect on a Cardassian." "I have a better idea,
Garak," she snapped. "Put your hands in those cuffs before I set
it on level two." Julian watched Garak
pull the cuffs down from the ceiling and snap them around his own wrists.
He saw Kira go over to grab the rope on the pulley, cinching it tighter
and tighter untilGarak stood uncomfortably on the balls of his
feet with his arms stretched taut over his head. "So, you're going to
have him whip me," Garak said conversationally. "That's what I was
just about to do." Julian realized that this was probably true.
The Cardassian had plannedto let Julian have a turn when he was angry
and in pain. That was his only chance of getting the doctor to wield
a weapon against him. "No," Kira said smugly,
clipping her phaser to her belt. "Guess again." She picked
up the whip, trying its weight in her hand. "No," Garak said flatly.
"You can't." "Oh, can't I?" she
asked, swaggering up to him. "I knew you'd like it if Julian did
it, but if you were to be beaten by a Bajoran female? I suspect you'll
enjoy it less." She loosened Garak's
shirt and found that she could remove it completely while his arms were
bound. "How convenient!" she exclaimed. Touching him only with
the thumb and forefinger of each hand, she pulled his pants down to his
ankles, exposing histhick erection. "Unfortunately, I don't
suppose this will flay your skin the way it did Julian's," said Kira thoughtfully. "Nerys," the doctor
pleaded hoarsely, "let me out of these restraints." "Not yet, Julian,"
she said brusquely. "You'd only stop me." It was true.
Julian had hated being beaten so much that he wouldn't have let Nerys do
it to Garak. He suddenly realized that she had almost completely
neglected him since she entered.Although Nerys had come to rescue him, she was
concentrating so steadily on her rage at Garak that Julian occupied only
a small fraction of her attention. Standing behind him,
legs apart, she looked him up and down, making the whip whistle through
the air at her side. Without warning, the lashes snaked around Garak's
back and chest. Garak closed his eyes. "Surely you can do better
than that, Major?" he taunted. "I'm just getting the
feel of it," Kira replied. "Not that you have anything to say about
how I whip you." She leaned back further this time, aiming at his
buttocks. He flinched when theblow connected. "Better that time," he
said, and his voice revealed a bit of strain. "Nerys, stop it," Julian
said, trying his bonds. "That's enough. Let him go." She didn't even answer
him, but aimed another blow at the back of Garak's thighs, then another
lower, giving him little time to recover. Establishing a rhythm now,
she worked her way up and down Garak's body several times. Except
for a few grunts and gasps, he was silent, but Julian could read the pain
in his face. Finally, Kira changed her stance, aiming from higher
up. The lashes seemed to move faster, bounce harder. Garak
groaned with every blow. Julian watched, fascinated and repelled.
He noticed that Garak's erection was as stiff as he had ever seen it.
Kira readjusted her stance and increased the pace, moving the whip so that
the lashes wrapped around the insides of his thighs. Garak struggled
and began to pant. Kira slowed down now, putting much more force
behind each stroke. After ten more blows,
Garak's legs buckled as he ejaculated powerfully into the center of the
room. Kira had a look of revulsion on her face. She dropped
the whip and walked over torelease Bashir. Rising stiffly, he rubbed
the feeling back into his wrists. "I'm sorry, Julian,"
she said. "I wanted to humiliate him. I just had to get back
at him for all he's put us through in the last few weeks." "I wish you hadn't,"
Julian said earnestly. "Rescuing me would have been enough." "So he could do it
again?" Kira asked angrily. Julian shrugged.
"He might anyway, especially after what you've done. And he'll probably
start showing that datachip around." "He'll try to do that
in any case. We're taking him to the brig." "You know, you gave
him a much worse beating than he gave me." "He has thicker skin,"
she answered indifferently. That comment unexpectedly resonated in
the doctor's mind. "Nerys," Julian said
slowly, feeling utterly exhausted and sore, "give me a few minutes alone
with him. I think I can convince him to end this here. Would
that satisfy you? Would you consider not going to Sisko then?" "What are you going
to do to him?" "Something he doesn't
expect." "Promise me one thing,"
Nerys said seriously. "Don't let him out of those cuffs." "I promise." Kira shook her head.
"Odo isn't going to like this. Remember, I'll be right outside."
She threw him a worried glance as she left. Julian went over to
face Garak, who was still balanced uncomfortably on the balls of his feet.
A few flecks of blood stood out against his grey back, and his cock was
still rockhard. Julian realized that his own back
would have been laid open by such a whipping, while Garak only bled where
the knots had nicked him especially hard. "Well, doctor," Garak
said sardonically, "it looks as if you got the last word after all." Julian didn't answer.
"I want you to see something." He turned slowly and displayed his
welt-crossed back. "Why does my back look worse than yours after
the beating you got?" "You know why," Garak
said impatiently, "I have thicker skin." "If it had been my
choice, I wouldn't have beaten you at all, Garak," Julian said quietly,
turning back to face him, "but I do owe you something, and then we'll be
even. I'm going to getunder that thick skin of yours, and after that
I hope you'll agree not to abuse me again." "Ah, this should be
good, Doctor. How will you justify whatever abuse you're about to
heap on me if you're not willing to take your share?" "I've been guilty of
tormenting you, too," Julian admitted, "but what I'm going to do to you
now will frighten you more than anything else I can think of." He
relaxed the rope so that Garak was standing more comfortably, and then
knelt before him. "You're going to suck
my cock? I'll look at the stripes on your back and remember putting
them there," Garak said triumphantly. "I see that you do enjoy being
my slave." "I'm not doing this
as your slave," Julian spat. "I hate being your slave. I'm
doing this as your lover. The same way you took me just before you
whipped me." "I just did that to
heighten your humiliation," Garak insisted nervously, backing away as far
as he could. Julian went back to
the rope and tightened it until Garak once again stood unsteadily on the
balls of his feet with his arms taut over his head. Garak's pants,
still lying around hisankles, kept his legs together. When Julian
returned to his position at Garak's feet, the Cardassian was helpless to
move away from him. Glancing up at Garak's face, Julian took hold
of his erection and slipped it into his mouth. Garak looked at him
ironically, trying not to show his arousal. "Why don't you let
me go, Doctor?" he whispered. Julian laughed.
"Because I don't trust you. In a minute I'd be bound to that bed
again. You're going to have to stay as you are until I'm done." He replaced the tough
organ in his mouth and slid it in and out a few times. Garak still
looked as if he felt nothing. Smiling to himself, Julian slowly started
going through thetechniques he'd learned with Odo, raking Garak's
erection through his teeth, dancing his tongue on the sensitive head, swirling
and sucking and squeezing and pumping, even digging in his nails, until
the Cardassian was yelling louder than he ever did during Kira's beating.
Julian held Garak's shaft with both hands as he ran his tongue around under
the foreskin. When the Cardassian seemed close to coming, Julian
bit and kissed the less sensitiveshaft, neglecting the head completely. Finally it seemed that
Garak was about to explode. When he shouted madly for release, Julian
nibbled his cock with his front teeth, then plunged it deep inside and
gnawed it with his back teeth. Garak yelled as he came, squirting
hot liquid down Julian's throat. His cock remained hard. "No more," he groaned,
"no more." Julian stood and put
his arms around Garak's chest, sticking his tongue into one of the hollows
where his nipples hid beneath the bony 'v' on his chest. Garak threw
his body back and forth, trying to resist, but Julian held on tight. "You made love to me
today, Garak," Julian said, biting and pinching Garak's skin. "You
set everything up for a rape, but you didn't rape me--you showed how you
felt about me instead."His tongue wriggled around Garak's nipple, making
him flinch and gasp. "You thought you'd be safe from my feelings
if you hurt me badly enough. But it hasn't worked, Garak. You
aren't safe from me." Julian switched nipples, sending Garak into
another paroxysm of arousal. Soon Garak's normal
grey color was tinged with pink; his nipples had swelled out from under
the bone. His breathing was shallow; he stopped struggling.
Reaching down with one hand, Julian grabbed Garak's hard erection and rubbed
it against his own. As Julian bit Garak's neck and chest, the Cardassian
went nearly limp in his arms. Judging his moment, Julian pressed
his open mouth against Garak's and kissed him passionately, openingthe Cardassian's lips with his own and pushing
his tongue inside. Garak's tongue was surprising soft as it explored Julian's
lips and slipped into his mouth. The doctor was moved to find that
Garak's tongue was as vulnerable as his own when it could say such bitter
things. He sucked it gently, increasing the pressure of his lips.
Garak returned the pressure; their tongues danced together in harmony. Julian rubbed his erection
against Garak's, thrusting steadily until they both cried out and ground
their hips together. Their semen mixed as it gushed over their bellies.
Keeping his arms around Garak, Julian slid slowly to the floor, mouthing
him tenderly all the way down. He lay there for a moment with his
arms wrapped tightly around Garak's knees and hisface pressed against the leathery thighs. "You win, Doctor,"
breathed Garak, sounding shaken. "I'll leave you alone." Julian stood.
"I didn't need to win, Garak. But I did need to hear you say that
you'd stop persecuting me." He retrieved his communicator pin from
the pocket of Garak's shirt. "Bashirto Kira," he said. "I'm releasing Garak.
He won't do me any more harm." "Are you sure?" came
her anxious voice. "Absolutely," answered
Julian, looking Garak in the eye, "or he'll be forced to face his feelings
for me. Or, worse yet, mine for him." He untied the rope
and lowered Garak's hands until they were in front of him, then clicked
open the cuffs. Garak immediately bent and pulled up his pants.
Julian dressed quickly with his back to the tailor, wincing when the fabric
touched his welts. Garak stood and watched him. "I don't understand
you," he said finally. "What made you do that? Why would you
want to kiss me? Why would you want me to know how you felt?" "What made you beat
me after you promised not to?" Julian countered, his face clearly showing
his pain. "And what made you fuck me as if you cared for me just
now? Do you think Iunderstand you? I still don't know what
you want." "Nor I you," said Garak
simply. Their eyes met. "You humans are certainly more resourceful
than I gave you credit for," he grumbled, picking up his shirt.